Sunday, April 1, 2012

Khali Durga (Dream)

My body is pretty much as the statues depict. Full, small, round breasts, lithe figure. Thin waist. Only two arms, and two legs. Sorry to disappoint!

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

I was not a deity of death and war, this is an incorrect portrayal of me and my spirit. My spirit was for / to celebrate the wisdom in creation. The wisdom of intelligent energy. Divine logos with a mind, if you like. Pensive thought in the creational universe.

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

This is my rhythm for creation. It is what I speak when I create, it is my mantra.

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

This is accompanied by creational mudra, hand-gestures, each gesture/ symbol/sign represents an act of creation.

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

I put my hands here, then like this, then here. Somewhere, something is created. It matters not what.

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

So I remember going into villages and accompanying them silently with my mantra with their music, when they played this rhythm I would turn my mudra into a dance and there would be wonderful loving syncronicity with the music, with me, with my mantra...

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

And as they hit a "bang" or a "boom", a climax, so too my mudra would snap into place...

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

I looked over the campfire and I saw humanity for what it was, experiencing the full range of creation as I could never experience it...

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

I was always in the shadows, always in the past, the present, and the future...

Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah. Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah-dah Cha-dah.

And so I gave up creating, incarnate to human form. Whoever I was then, I am not now.